"I am here." Distant words ring, yet...
Here I am...
Again in a mix...
I want to pick up the swirling finger -
Colors blooming against my eyelids -
And freely settle on a murky bottom.
Part of me hates to admit I like feeling lost,
But I learned what can truly receive me.
I am here, My distant words ring, yet...
"Here I am..." Comes an unsettling voice.
What kind of mix is this?
Don't point -
...
"Have you ever looked back in a short time span and wondered why you hid amongst destruction?
I own this darkness, because I accept it in a good way.
The darkness in the light." Part of me hates to admit I like feeling lost,
But I am a murky mix
And to the one I feel for I am so much more
Than any blooming color an eye can hold.
So I must clearly say,
"Thank you my love!"
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Midnight Blue
PoetryA midnight blue that becomes a blue midnight... ━ Highest rank: #1 - darkpoetry, #1 - darkpoems Cover Design: MIST BISHOP ┃ W MistElix-ir15
